Volume 1, Chapter 22: The Elementary School Teacher's Work

Shen Qingran turned back to see Huo Tingxiao standing in the sunlight, clad in a crisp military uniform. His nose was straight, his lips were pressed into a thin line, and his face was etched with coldness. He walked over with rapid, purposeful strides. His gaze carried a sharp, oppressive weight as he asked, "Is your commanding officer Colonel Xiao or Colonel Wen? Does your leadership teach you to gossip about the family members of military personnel behind their backs?"

Zhu Jingjing trembled violently, shivering so hard she could not string a coherent sentence together. She looked toward Lu Jiajia, who happened to be approaching nearby, for help. "Jiajia, please help me! I was just being impulsive and had a small argument with the Colonel's wife, I didn't mean anything else by it!" She had done all this for Lu Jiajia; if Lu Jiajia didn't hate Shen Qingran, she never would have—

The speaker was Li Qingyun, a member of the Divine Ghost Battalion’s regional team. They had arrived in the Northern Wasteland Kingdom ahead of the main force, though it seemed they were still too late. Zhou Haifeng and his party called out from outside the city gates on horseback.

"If it really comes to that, we can simply add more subjects and recruit more students, so that talented individuals aren't left with nowhere to go due to the cuts," Hang Yu suggested.

At this moment, the Great Elder of Fusang realized that he was no match for the mysterious powerhouse before him. The Saint Venerable Haochen, a disciple of the Alchemy Immortal, had been subdued by Li Yunfeng once before and held him in such deep reverence that performing the master-disciple greeting was only natural.

"Don't worry, leave the domestic affairs to us. We will notify you the moment we have any news about 516," Wang Shun said as he stood up.

Seeing this scene, the creatures of the ten thousand races felt a surge of inexplicable fear, their bodies trembling involuntarily.

"Colonel, something is wrong..." Baggio looked at the nervous Malacca fleet ahead, then at the rapidly approaching Beiyang fleet, sensing an ominous turn of events.

The fact that the Chairman was still clutching his hand like this made him feel deeply uncomfortable.

"Tan Long, President of the Hong Kong-based Longsheng Consortium." Before the man could speak, Mu Ninyou directly identified the stout man.

Wu Junyan was stunned. The Eighteen Levels of Hell? This was the most shocking thing she had ever heard.

In truth, a paparazzo as high-profile as Zhuo Wei was not only watched by entertainment reporters on his Weibo.

She had been widowed young after Jia Zhu's death, yet she harbored no resentment, devoting herself entirely to raising her child and serving Grandmother Jia and Lady Wang with filial piety, which earned her universal respect.

Only Bai Jinu and Liang Xinhui remained in the room. Originally, Liang Xinhui had intended to give Bai Jinu a stern lecture after their meal, but once they were full, drowsiness set in. He was simply too tired, thinking: "Forget it, I'll talk to him another day. The most important thing right now is to get a good night's sleep."

"Sister Linglong, you're overthinking this. Where would there be so many biological experiments? Besides, mutated animals are usually hideous—this carp is so beautiful, how could it possibly be a mutation?" Ji Meina argued, unconvinced.

Ever since the death of Jia She, the first-rank General of the Rong Mansion, the previous winter, the household had remained in a state of somber silence.

"Hey, who are you four?" Twenty guards stepped forward, immediately forming a defensive formation, creating a solid wall of human shields.

If the system continued to act so recklessly, he would be drinking Mengpo soup before long, wouldn't he?

Just as she prepared to find the alchemist to join her in locating Li Yi, she discovered that the alchemist was already unconscious.

The moment the blade lights were about to strike Dongfang Yunyang, his figure suddenly vanished into thin air.

After speaking, Jia Cong tucked the silk quilt around Qingwen, kissed her lightly on the forehead, and after sharing a smile, turned and left.

Dongfang Xiao was also filled with wonder; although he had seen many spirit herbs, this was the first time he had encountered such a peculiar fruit.

How arrogant and overbearing had Wei Kang been before? Relying on his numerous great divine abilities, he had crushed every opponent, including Xue Hao. But the only variable was that Xue Hao turned out to be even more heaven-defying at the critical moment, leaving Wei Kang truly devastated.

It so happened that Jing He was dropping off Brother Zheng that day, and Lady Fu used the excuse that her carriage had a mechanical failure, hoping to hitch a ride in Jing He's carriage.

Drizzle fell, the night was thick, and the courtyard was silent. Under the cover of darkness, the tree branches seemed to sway without a breeze, and a figure as faint as smoke flickered past, vanishing into the pitch-black main room in the blink of an eye.

After dragging Wang Yi out of Yun'an City, Ma Ling traveled rapidly for over a hundred miles until they reached a desolate, uninhabited area. Only then, certain that Li Zhu could not catch up, did he dare to stop. Exhausted from the repeated battles, Ma Ling sat on the ground, gasping for breath.

Although the man just now hadn't said much, he had unfortunately stepped on a landmine. And now, this security captain made the anger that had finally subsided flare up once again.

He Chuan stared at the male legal advisor. Honestly, this advisor, who seemed to have years of legal experience, struck He Chuan as very strange, as if he were obsessed with a single task—constantly urging He Chuan to sign the contract.

When all the martial artists gathered at the center of Wansheng Plaza, the drawing of lots began. The organizer of the Shenwu Alliance flicked his sleeves, and 256 starlight beads flew into the air. As they fell, each person grabbed one; the number engraved on the bead determined their combat order.

Consequently, the Swallow Gate had arrived empty-handed several times, forced to track the trail of the Ten Thousand Domains Divine Ship in continued pursuit.

Sixth Uncle had essentially been brainwashed; whatever that voice said, he accepted as absolute truth and obeyed every command.

It wasn't long before they reached the church. By then, all the lights were out, and those inside were clearly asleep. Two burly men holding machetes sat at the entrance, dozing off against the steps.

Peng Lianhu remarked, "To think that old beggar is a grandmaster, yet he fled in such a panic." Hong Qigong had issued a death warrant for him, so Peng Lianhu was eager for Yang Kang to finish Hong Qigong off right then and there.

The Spirit-Devouring Tower absorbed all the spiritual energy contained within the Luo Soul Pill, and its brilliant radiance began to dim.

"No, there is still a glimmer of hope." After a moment of silence, Tang Fan's expression shifted from despair to resolve.